How About Something A Little More Relevant

Repent! That's what I'm talking about
        It's something we can do without

Retreat! Beat the deception
        Join us in our sacrilegious reception

It's a madhouse carnival with open doors for the creeps
        But only if they're ready to sow what they reap
Slithering up and down the isles
        Nothing here but eery smiles
Empty eyes are cast upon the vulnerable
        Because they seem to be the most profitable
Receiving the words we deafen them by
        Pulling them in so slick and so sly
With promise of eternal gratification
        They threaten with perpetual damnation

With wretched fear that binds us in
        This sick occult named me a sin
I think its kind of pitiful
        To be alive is to be considered sinful
In their error they see a way
        The hope in the coming of that false day

Collaboration with Soulless_Observant